PROLOGUE
What are you?
Why are you?
I always asked myself these questions for as long as I can remember. Not that I wanted to, I was forced to.
To think. To leave. To be confused.
What will you do if your whole existence was a question? What will you do on learning that you are not what you were born to be?
What does it make you?
A freak? A taboo? An abnormality? An outcast?
Will you keep on questioning? Will you try to look for the answers?
Why was I even born? Why was I left alone? Why do they look at me like I am a disease?
I lost everything. I suffered. I was sad and hurt all this time.
Then why? Why?
It was not my fault then why was I blamed for everything? Why do I keep hearing one thing over and again? Why did I have to leave?
Why?
What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to go through the humiliation and pain?
Why does it not ever make sense?
I don’t even make sense to me.
I can’t decide what the worst of all was. My decision to return that time or leave!
It seemed like the biggest mistake of my life. I should have known better than blindly trusting that anonymous letter.
It changed everything for me. Everything.
Now I am trapped and my worst nightmare is someone I could have never imagined existed.
Damien Knight Castillo.
I never visited hell but thanks to him and his vicious obsession to destroy me that I will become its permanent resident. He left no chance and he won’t.
Bless my soul if it survived his wrath.
